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  “To feel is to hurt”, he says.

Love, Hate, Fear and Shame

All culminate in pain.

“It is time to cleanse”

Consume a chalice of bleach.

Drown in a whimsical smile.


Emerge clean and new.

Gone are feelings of anger and admiration,

Emerge spotless and pristine.

Burn awe and anxiety, joy and amusement.

Come out untouched, raw and numb,

Drown in a whimsical smile.


The cleanse is complete,

He now walks free and unbound,

Insensitive, almost mechanical.

No tears nor euphoric outbursts,

The only thing he could muster was a dead guffaw.

Drowned in a whimsical smile.


There he goes, like an automaton,

His footsteps entirely scripted.

No remorse, nor any feeling of nostalgia,

His breath well-paced,

He does not hurt anymore,

Nor does he feel at all,

Void is all that is left,

Astonishing is the power of the cleanse,

He proceeds to live his life…

Drowning in a whimsical smile


“To feel is to hurt”

 “To feel is also to be man”

To scrub away horror and interest,

Is to scrub away your humanity.

A lack of relief, craving and disgust,

Is a lack of human soul.

To cleanse is to lose your human essence,

Thou shalt not drown in a whimsical smile,

But rather bathe in a sea of feel.

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